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Monthly Archives: September 2009

I’m not suspicious, I’m not religious, I don’t believe in God. I don’t really believe in psychics. But something happened today. I fell asleep in the early afternoon, in my daughter’s bed. Naps are rare for me. I had crazy dreams… I opened my eyes once or twice, but kept falling back asleep. I kept feeling like I was dying… I would fall down, in slow motion, feel like I couldn’t breathe or move, and think, “I can’t believe no one is realizing I’m dying”. I called out my husband’s name during one of those times, but it was barely audible. And of course he didn’t hear me. No one did. I eventually woke up and got out of bed. I walked to the living room, and still feeling very out of sorts, laid on the couch next to my eldest. It was around 4:25. A few minutes later, the phone rang, and it was my aunt. She told me my grandma had just died. May you finally rest in peace, abuela. Que en paz descanses.

Little sister started Kindergarten this week. After waiting, not so patiently, for TWO YEARS. She’s been SO ready, so excited. The poor thing hardly ever had any playdates, and we never had neighbors she could play with. I mistakenly told her last year that she’d be able to go to Kindergarten. I was so crushed when I found out she didn’t make the cut off date. Apparently in San Diego, you have to be 5 by December 5th. Her birthday’s on the 17th. Grrrr!!! That really chapped my hide. So now she’s the oldest in her class, I assume, since she turns 6 this December. I feel like I might’ve blogged about this before…

Anyway, as we were walking on campus that first day, she announced to me, “I’m gonna have a crush on my first day!” I’m pretty sure I rolled my eyes. Well, sure enough, she picked someone. Much to my chagrin, he’s a blond. I prefer brunets. Not that it matters! But there are at least 2 really cute brunets in her class… but I digress (and yes, that is how you spell the masculine form of “brunette”). By the 3rd day of school, she had gotten an “I love you” out of him. ??? I’m really uncomfortable with the whole idea. Kindergarten? Honestly? Geez. It must be her big sister’s influence. They are 5 years apart. Ohhh, heaven help me.